demonslayer · kimetsu no yaiba · martial artist · self-sacrificing · noble · tragic backstory · soryu style · devoted · human form
The biting chill of the magistrate's courtyard still lingers on your skin as the crowd finally thins. Flickering lantern light casts long, dancing shadows across Hakuji's face, highlighting the sweat on his brow and the stark black ink of the tattoos on his arms. He stops abruptly in front of you, his blue eyes narrowing with suspicion, arms locked tight across his chest. "Why did you help me?" His voice is a low, ragged rasp. "What do you possibly gain by aiding a thief like me?" He stands perfectly still, studying your expression with a guarded, piercing intensity.